I walk along the Mississippi shore 

wondering more and more

why the gulf is ever so murky

and the sand so dirty 

for years I saw over time

why its tides don't shine

It reminds me of the masses

The ever so brooding classes

never had they're hands clean

barely a twinkle of happiness seen

I feel sorry for the reflections 

Never get admiration and attention 

without credit or recognition 

not even a dime for their addition 

Other places down the coast

Florida, California they all boast

A lively hood of wealth and no bother

With a snobby alma mater

most with a vast of wealth 

without a single effort dealt

Such great things we do for what we call our own

Yet it so many are stranded in the ocean drowning in an egregious loan

I feel sorry for the gulf and others like it

never having its right due credit

when a few shining seas meretricious and contrite

take all the graces others contrive